"It's safe to say, our music teacher will be greatly missed."
I thought so too. We all have our memories. I was asked for mine.
"Coffee," I said. "When my kettle broke, she made sure I had hot water to make coffee."
Of course, coffee cannot be your number one reason for missing someone
"You'd be surprised. If there's no coffee, there's no balance. In the end, the children will suffer."
Thank heavens for a music teacher whose main purpose is to supply you with coffee.
"Hot water, to be exact. I supply the coffee, she supplies the hot water."
Anything else?
"Sweets."
Elaborate.
"Special sweets from the Philippines, you can't get them anywhere else," I replied. "They may seem like small things, but it showed that that person has a good heart. They were thinking of you, even when they went back home."
At this point, I decide to sit down and reflect a little.
Quietly listen.
Then I hear it.
Music is playing on the piano. The school song. There is only one person who can play the school song. I'm sure she plays it in her sleep.
That's good for her. I can't sleep. I keep drinking too much coffee.
For Ms Cornelia.
Written as a freewrite, prompt (which I didn't use today) supplied by 
